A Shattered Mind

Friday, September 6, 2013

Once I dreamt of a bond most strong
My swallowtail and I were enveloped in song
Her head was softly adorned with Gaia's embrace
Her frail wings they were bathed in blue and gold lace

We stood 'neath the waters in a grand crystal hall
where translucent shadowed water around us did fall
And life it did run through the fountains so clear
And love it did joyfully play as music to hear

The creatures they gathered 'round the great filling feast
Where they sat 'round the table both the greatest and the least
They raised up their glasses and shouted strong toasts
And then my love for my butterfly to them I did boast

My swallowtail peered in my eyes so intently
Then I bowed to her and kissed her sweet hand ever so gently
We walked 'neath the moon where it hung betwixt the stars
And we danced on the floor which moved like a mirage from afar

The band they did play the most romantic of tunes
My love she did sway as we spun 'round the room
she kissed me so sweetly and lit up my eyes
And my heart how it burst as her passionate gaze to me did lovingly rise

We stood on the platform of red velvet cloth
And sweet words were whispered by the grey old world moth
And the ring which was plucked from the deep of the fabled lovers cove
Was placed on the sweet finger of my lover betrothed

We walked hand in hand as the guests did disperse and scatter
And we bid final farewell to the March Hare, The Door Mouse, and The Hatter
We walked 'neath the stars and the moonbeam downpour
And we faded into the light to be joined forevermore

Friday, August 23, 2013

Once upon a crisp Autumn day
While the winds were stirring and the children did play
Upon an elderly lass I did cast a swift glance
Whose eyes were brightly viridescent and as wild as chance

Alone on a well-worn bench she did rest
A tattered, old book pressed firmly to her chest
In all shades of blue she was beautifully clothed
On her finger shone a ring from her lover betrothed

To the birds she did speak as they landed quite near
In soft words she did speak to them, in soft words heard most clear
She beckoned to me as she motioned to share
Her bench so warm 'neath the cool, Autumn air

She asked of what memories I had hoped to leave here
In this leaf-littered park near the ocean so clear
Great pain and sorrow to her I did convey
Of a loss most shattering and of a life left most gray

With an emerald stare into my soul she did peer
And she saw in my heart her very greatest of fears
Of her dear loving husband to me she did speak
Who had left her quite frail, quite lost and quite weak

Of a war she did speak and of a draft most unfair
Of men sent away and of women left unaware
She then spoke to me of a summer most grave
When soldiers had come to tell her of a man most brave

My hand she did touch and she smiled so sweet
Many miles she expressed were left for my feet
The walk of life to me she assured was quite long
And my will to me she affirmed was quite strong

I inquired of her what life she had led
I inquired of her what man she had wed
Long after her love had been lost in the war
Some semblance of hope from her I did rightly implore

She looked away and her smile did solemnly fade
To the lonely pier her deep, verdant gaze did wearily stray
She told me of her sorrow and of her darkest of days
When her love was brought home and to rest he was laid

Of her loss of hope to me she did regretfully tell
When her life was a curse and her heart was impaled
To the lonely pier she did go one late Autumn night
And into an ocean of sadness her soul did take flight

I looked to the pier, then turned back to her
The bench was now empty and the wind no longer did stir
Save the worn book which in old leather 'twas bound
There was no sign of the woman to ever be found

What
of solitude? What of that hour in the day when time ceases to exist, and
one becomes lost to a world of thought and dreams? What causes one to
yearn for sweet silence? Perhaps it is a secret longing for the death
that fate has yet to grant him...

Let
not belated uncertainty lead you to lay a jealousy driven claim on
that which you have already tossed aside. Once you have released the
feather from your grasp, the wind will work against any reunion.

Never
underestimate the power of gravity. It has the ability to rend your
wings asunder and drag you to hell. Nothing is trivial and we must all
give to the mighty pull of a thing most grave. For only within our
inevitable submission do we truly find the despair that will facilitate
the destruction of any irrational notions that we might possess concerning control.

I
feel that I must enlighten they that most assuredly lack the ability to
speak empathetically. It is ridiculous to entertain the thought that if
one conveys a sense of honesty, that any harmful intent is magically
dismissed. Words pierce the soul, and one never knows how deeply one may
wound another. Speak as you would wish to be spoken to, and if the
truth must be brought to light, allow the recipient the courtesy of
constructive criticism rather than blunt and destructive judgement.